Teen Poems | Poems About Life as a Teenager

i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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For once, I feel loved. The feeling is weird to me. Just a few months ago I thought love was stupid. That it was impossible. I thought my mind was not suited I thought it was not tangible. Such a foolish thing to think. Of course my mind can comprehend love But it could all go away in a blink, to feel higher than...

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Genuine Radiant Agreeable Considerate Eccentric Educated Leader Inner beauty Zesty Affectionate Brave Enlightening Trusting Hard working Very funny Affable Ultra deluxe edition Graceful (see what I did there) Helpful Natural...

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I sribble yet another one No hopes, you'll read Emotions, I'll weave A Heart filled with dread Enchanting is your smile I wish I were the reason I know I'm confusing Be honest with me, for a while Sick of the burden I carry Feelings, compressed Each verse is meant for you Desires, my heart pressed If not me, then someone else I'll still wish...

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Jo Dil Me Hai Unhe Dil Me Hi Rehne Diya Jaaye To Zahoor Hai. "Jo dil mein hain unhein dil mein hi rehne diya jaaye toh Zahoor hai. Dil se aage gaye toh fasaad hi hona hai. Jo kehna hai, ishaaron mein kaho, Zubaan khuli toh, malaal hi hona hai. Dil mein hai woh aapke, Toh dil mein hi rakhiyen na, yun...

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MY DORMANT PAST MEMORIES OF THE PAST MAY COME AND GO, BUT ONE NEEDS TO BE IN CONTINOUS FLOW. SMELL OF CRUMPLED DREAMS IS IN MY MIND, ANALOGY OF BOTH ALWAYS KEEP US BIND. DREAMS TURNED INTO SMOKE AND SPREAD WINGS, COMING BACK TO ME GASP AND UNIFY IN WRING. MAY BE ANOTHER DAY SOMEONE BRING TO FRUITION, THAT DAY...

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Blood falling Down Down Down Onto the little glass shard of my dads broken shot glass I don’t know why I do it. I never have real answer when people ask.. “To forget” “To punish” “To feel better..” Those are the most common answers.. But I had a reason that...

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“You’re welcome.” The words ring through my head. The words I knew were soon to come. My eyes fill with dread. I knew he would see through my lies. I knew that he would talk to my father. After countless cries, I seemed to not be bothered. Nothing can stop me. The sting makes me feel alive, It brings me back to reality. I’ll talk to...

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People may think that They know who this poem is about But they don’t, And they never will. I’ve met this boy. I haven’t known him long. But it feels like he’s been My friend since birth. He seems so familiar.. But I’ve never met him before. Calls that were hours and hours, As if we had all the time in the...

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It’s a warning. If I perish, I perish But I will not shut up. Lust is not love. **** is not harmless. Masturbation is not a phase. I lived it Not ‘cause I was raised wrong, But because sin crept in through a simple ad at twelve. Yeah, twelve. One click, and my innocence died behind a glowing screen. Don’t tell me this is normal. Normal ain’t...

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I can’t do it anymore. They tell me to do what I think is right. But what I think is right, It seems to be wrong. Suicide. Maybe it’s simply just a word to you But the day that I leave you, The horrible day that seems closer everyday, Is also the day when my parents are the most...

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There are nights I want to tell him. Nights I want to break down completely and admit that this doesn’t end the way he thinks it will. I imagine his face if I said it out loud. That I’m dying, that no medicine will undo it, that the slow fade has already begun. I imagine...

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He knows almost everything. He knows how the migraines come in waves, how they paint lightning behind my eyes and leave me curled in corners, whispering nonsense through the static in my head. He knows how my legs give out without warning, how my balance slips like a thread snapping,...

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The sickness is quiet, like the way winter creeps in. First with a chill, then with a silence so heavy it makes your ears ring. I carry it in my bones, in the soft tissue of my ribs, in the tiny thread between heartbeats that whispers: it’s not much longer...

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Everyone believes the news Until it's all disproved In some dramatic fashion When the headlines cash in Everyone tells their family Their family tells their friends It doesn't matter what direction The story comes to in the end Forge a brand new enemy Force hatred upon me Exterminate the likes We won't have better lives "Truth" born out of rumors Rumors borne with fantasy Taken by the big names Taken...

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